After leaving the secret chamber, while walking through the long corridor, Qian Renxue’s steps were calm, yet her mind was not.

‘Second Grandfather, Golden Crocodile, out from his seclusion had condensed his soul core and truly stepped into the realm of Ultimate Douluo… Although still weaker than Grandfather, he is already someone who stands at the very peak of this world. After all, Grandfather is unique. As the High Priest of the Angel Goddess, he can mobilize even a trace of divine power—power no mortal, not even an Ultimate Douluo, can contend against.’

Her eyes flickered as she recalled the chain of events. Golden Crocodile had vanished into seclusion soon after Qian Daoliu forged his soul core, following the new path of cultivation. With the experience Grandfather had carefully summarized, along with the detailed method written by Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, regarding soul core formation, Golden Crocodile had immersed himself completely in isolation.

More than a year of silence, and now he had emerged… carrying the weight of success. His soul core, infused with the essence of the metal attribute, pulsed with power as steady and indomitable as a mountain.

But the joy of this breakthrough was swiftly replaced with fury. The news that Qian Xunji, the Pope of Sprit Hall was beaten by Tang Hao , because of which the Spirit Hall is humiliated before the world, ignited a storm in Golden Crocodile’s heart. He had volunteered, without hesitation, to personally march to the Clear Sky Clan, to crush them, and reclaim Spirit Hall’s dignity with blood and steel.

Qian Renxue’s lips curved slightly, but it was not a smile.

‘Second Grandfather had went along with the Angel Corps under Bibi Dong’s command. With his addition, their strength is overwhelming. Against such a force, the Clear Sky Clan like frightened dogs, will flee with their tails between their legs, just as in the original story.’

Her thoughts turned colder.

‘The Clear Sky Clan has always been arrogant. They brand themselves the number one clan under Heaven.’

The corridors around her seemed to dim as her mind spun darker schemes.

‘If a rumor were to spread… that the Clear Sky Clan was colluding with soul beasts, that they were betrayers of humanity itself… what then? Their so-called reputation would crumble instantly. They would be hunted like vermin, not just by Spirit Hall. To be despised by all humanity—what could be more terrifying for a clan built on pride?’

Qian Renxue paused mid-step, her purple eyes narrowing with a smile on her face.

While walking Qian Renxue recalled the conversation she had with Chrysanthemum Douluo not long after he had recovered a little.

She wanted to know what a normal Titled Douluo would have felt after fighting , Tang Hao.

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The faint herbal fragrance filled her senses the moment she entered the quiet corridor leading to Yue Guan’s room. A dozen medicinal plants lined the window sills and corners, their leaves glistening with morning dew, emanating a soft vitality that clashed with the heavy atmosphere of recovery.

Qian Renxue raised her hand and knocked gently. For a moment, silence lingered inside, then a hoarse voice, roughened by injury, drifted out:

“Come in.”

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. Yue Guan, Chrysanthemum Douluo, sat upright on the bed. His face was paler than usual, his once-glamorous hair a little dulled, but his eyes retained that unbending pride. Bandages peeked out from the loose robe at his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Uncle Chrysanthemum,” Qian Renxue said calmly, her tone respectful yet firm.

Yue Guan shook his head slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile. “No, it is nothing. These old bones only feel rusted after lying here so long. Perhaps a little too much rust.”

Her lips tugged upward into a small smile. “On the good part, the healers said you’ll be able to move freely within two days.”

“Hmph,” Yue Guan chuckled, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of stubborn pride. “If I wanted to, I could move around even now. I just choose not to let them nag at me further.”

Qian Renxue pulled a chair closer and sat down gracefully. Her purple eyes fixed on him, sharp yet gentle. “Uncle Yue Guan, now that you’ve recovered a little, I want to ask you about that battle. As someone who faced it directly… how do you feel?”

At that, Yue Guan’s expression stiffened. His eyes grew somber, carrying the weight of memory.

“The only word I can use,” he said slowly, voice low, “is incomprehensible.”

Qian Renxue arched an eyebrow, urging him silently to continue.

“I have fought against members of the Clear Sky Clan before. Soul Douluo wielders of the Clear Sky Hammer are indeed formidable, but nothing beyond control. Yet Tang Hao…” His fingers clenched the blanket at his side, knuckles whitening. “Even before advancing, as a Soul Douluo, it took three of us just to restrain him. That alone was absurd.”

He drew in a long breath before continuing, his tone heavy. “I have seen the Death God Domain wielded by His Holiness, the Saint. But what Tang Hao released… was on an entirely different level. Overwhelming, suffocating, as if it belonged to something not of this world. And then…”

Yue Guan’s gaze sharpened, his voice dropping further. “After he stepped into the Titled Douluo realm, I do not even know if what he released should still be called the Death God Domain. It was something… darker. Wilder. More complete.”

Qian Renxue listened intently, her features betraying neither alarm nor surprise, though inside, the gears of her mind whirred.

Anyone would be unsettled if the enemy suddenly gained power beyond comprehension. To ordinary eyes, Tang Hao’s growth bordered on impossible.

She rose at last, her expression calm as water. “Uncle, rest well. Your recovery is what Spirit Hall needs most right now. Leave the future to us.”

He inclined his head faintly, though his eyes still carried a shadow of unease.

Later, when she discreetly questioned Ghost Douluo, she received almost the exact same description—an oppressive power, inexplicable even to Titled Douluo.

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(Author Notes: For those confused about mention of the Saint having Death God Domain. Bibi Dong is one of the slaughter kings who have clawed her way out of slaughter city, hence possess the Death God Doamin)

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